Oct 22, 2006 23:46
I cannot understand why I choose to hide from others. So that they know not ever my feelings.
Positivity must be what's shown; happiness and the perfect self.
Yet it clashes with exact beliefs I have in mind at that set time... Care not what others think.
But yet, their thoughts are the utter base of this moment in time. The choice to be dettached from the world.
Ar... One wishes one did not exist at times. That my mere being were simply a dream. That I were off slumber in bed at some corner of the cosmos. This is not real...
And yet it is. I watch as I do things, it does not matter whether the self chooses it, or wants it. It simply happens.
And yet I must fight this thinking altogether. One must not be selfish, but instead selfless. All actions happen because of the pervading ideal - We must be kind and righteous to one another.
This dream, it should end soon. Not because I want it, not because I'm selfish. Simply because that is the way it should be...
Sincerely,
E.L